Chapter 1585

Matthew said, "If you're unwilling, we can think of another way. For example, I can represent the Farmers and pay you a sum of money, then find someone else to grow Chavelle Wheat. The Neper family refuses to plant it, but Chavelle Wheat cannot just disappear." Morell nodded. "You're right. I'm getting old, and I can't farm for much longer. If I collapse one day and can't get back up, the legacy will be lost. Alright. I'll call my sons." He reached into his pocket as he spoke, pulling out a crumpled bundle of things—tissues, a few cigarette butts, and some wrinkled bills, all squeezed together with an old flip phone. It was an old, bulky, military-green phone, nearly the size of two palms stacked together. Morell held the phone and pressed the number one for a few seconds. The device's robotic voice immediately announced, "Dialing Garreth Neper. Please wait." The phone then began beeping as it connected. Soon, an impatient voice came through. "Dad, I'm at work. Can you not call me